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⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Smut (18+), Dilf! Aged Up! Stepfather! Jaehyun, Infidelity, Loss of Virginity, Unprotected Sex, Daddy Kink, Nipple Play, Slight Breeding Kink, Mentions of Dacryphilia

With a dramatic huff, you fell on Mr. Jung's bed sitting right on his thigh. “I heard you and mom last night.” You frowned.

“Yeah?” he said, one of his eyebrows cocked up in question.

You blinked a few times, trying to pinpoint your thoughts until you got it.

“Was that your attempt at making me jealous?” you asked with a tiny gasp and a pout at the end.

Mr. Jung Jaehyun blinked several times. You were so naïve to realize you were correct. And, he was too corrupt to admit your truth.

“Oh, c’mon now, angel,” he said, his fingers lifting your shirt slowly, “don’t be like that.”

He chuckled when he’d successfully removed your shirt and your panties—the only clothing you wore, “I bet you wish I was fuckin’ you, huh.”

Honestly, you were much too distracted by him to answer him and Mr. Jung knew it.

Pinching your nipples between his fingers, he pulled you slightly closer to his lap making you straddle him. “Answer me, pretty. You wish I was fucking you right now.”

“Will you?” you smiled, nearly absentmindedly.

Mr. Jung always found it so endearing that you seem to loose all though when he touches you.

He hummed. “I think it's time, don't you? Aren't you just a little tired of only having the tip?”

You nodded, eagerly. He smiled back at you.

His fingers found your slit, feeling the wetness of the area. “Oh baby,” he sighed. “Do you feel how wet your little hole is?”

You clench around nothing and he removed his hand from your cunt, causing you to rub against his cock. You’re so wet, it’s showing on his pants. Clear evidence of your arousal dampening the outline of his boner. There’s a dark spot where you’d been rubbing and it’s only getting wetter. You’re completely naked and humping his dick.

“Jesus fuckin’ christ” Mr. Jung mutters, his hands moving to tug on your nipples one last time. “Move a just lil’ bit, baby”

It all happened a little too fast. Quickly, you lifted yourself from his lap while he threw his pants, shirt, and boxers somewhere in his room. You didn’t quite notice his cock until you glanced up.

It’s throbbing and angry looking against his stomach.

Your mouth is open, not realizing you’re gawking until he grabs your hips again, pulling them down, your bare cunt against his cock.

“Daddy…” you whine.

“Holy fuck,” he groans.

You feel overwhelmed. Closing your eyes, you feel his tip against your pussy lips. He’s squeezing your hip again, his other hand playing with your nipple.

He gives you one peck to your lips and suddenly you're being flipped onto your back. He's hovering above you now, his cock between your legs. Poking. Just the tip like you're used to. He could push inside if he wanted. He really could.

You know he wants. He wants what you want.

He's staring. Taking in your entire form.

You're growing impatient. He's made you wait too long. He's made you suffer for far too long.

You take a leap of faith and kiss him on the lips. He kisses you back, pressing the back of your head against a pillow. It's longer and harder than anything either of you have experienced.

It's only for a few moments before he pulls back.

“Are you sure you want me to do this?” He questions.

“Please,” You nearly beg, your hips wriggle against his cock. “I want you so, so bad.”

Mr. Jung nods, understanding. “M'gonna need you to relax, 'kay?”

You nod. You know it can hurt, you know how big Mr. Jung is. And his dick looks like it could easily split you in half.

He kisses you again, you feel his tip prodding further at your entrance. You dig your nails into his shoulders.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he coos against your lips.

He presses further in as you try your very hardest to relax. It's nearly impossible when your cunt is getting stretched out by a cock that's barely been inside you.

He’s halfway in now, you think. You can feel all of him inside you. And then—you both let out a moan. He's bottomed out. You feel your skin meeting at your cunt. He's so deep and you're stretched out so much that it hurts. You let out a small squeak, nails digging into Mr. Jung's shoulders once more. But, he's moving in and out now—alleviating some pain as he continues.

As he slowly fucks you, you get used to his movements. His pace. And you're wet, so wet, that the feeling grows better and better. It's not as bad when Mr. Jung's cock is rubbing against your walls, hitting a spot inside you that you like.

“You're so sweet,” he groans “Such a sweet girl, honey.”

You moan at his words, the urge to tell him “I love you” slips past your lips. His hips stutter for a moment.

And he's staring deeply into your eyes. He's staring at you as if you told him the best news of his life—you did do that, technically.

He chuckles a little, his thrusts grow powerful. “Such a sweet girl, Daddy loves you too, honey. He loves you so. Fuckin'. Much.” his thrusts synced up with his words for a moment.

You feel so drunk on him.

“Tell me how much you love your Daddy inside of you.”

“I- I love my Daddy inside of me s-so...so much!” your eyes roll to the back of your head momentarily simply because he just feels too good.

You continue on. “Y-you feel so good, D-Daddy, I-, fuck, I c-can't even- Daddy!” you wail. His fingers are pinching your nipples again, flicking them between his fingertips. You're squirming underneath him, the feeling of him touching your nipples and his thrusts are making you lose it. He's fucking you faster and faster, as if his life depends on it.

You're going to cum. You're going to burst, really.

You reach down to play with your clit. You want to cum. You want to cum and you want your Daddy to cum. And you don't know why, you can't put a finger on why you want him to cum inside of you. You both didn't have a condom. You're not on birth control. But you want it and you need it badly.

You rub on your clit fast, arching your back.

“Is that how you play with your clit, baby?” Daddy inquires. “Is that what you do every goddamn night when I’m all done with you?”

“I- I play with myself a- a lot.” you pant “I- I always think about...think about you.”

Mr. Jung grabs your jaw. Making you look at him. You rub harder.

His stare could easily make you cum.

“Bad girl. Very bad,” he pecks your lips, “You're Daddy's bad girl, aren't you.”

“Playin’ with yourself without me,” he mumbles.

Tears begin to slightly well up in your eyes. Mr. Jung only smiles at the sight, relishing in the way it warms his heart in an almost sickening manner.

“N-No.” You whine “I'm— m'sweet...I'm your sweet girl.” Your whining makes him grin.

“You are—”

He gives you another peck.

“—so fuckin' sweet, baby.”

It's too much. It's far too much. You're finally over the edge. You can feel it.

“I- I think m'gonna-”

“You're my good, sweet girl. I dreamed about you coming on my cock so damn much. You can cum, baby, go on. It'll be so nice when you cum on Daddy's cock. You can cum on my cock forever, won't you, sweetheart?” Mr. Jung deliriously mumbled against your lips. He's not kissing you. Just putting his lips there.

And you cum on his cock. It's far better than your fingers, his fingers. It's far better than when he tells you “just the tip”.

It's far different.

You can feel the pressure and explosions in your area. You can feels your walls pulsing around his cock, deeper than ever before.

“Y-You're squeezin' m—” Mr. Jung grits through his teeth. “Fuck”

You're sure you're screaming. You can only hope he doesn't mind. In which he doesn't. He'd listen to you scream like this any day.

You don't think he minds when you feel him coming inside of you, letting all his cum pain your walls. It's an odd feeling. You want it every day.

Mr. Jung is groaning in your neck, his moans are long. Deep. It's almost like he's in pain, but he's not. In fact, Jaehyun believes he's in heaven right now. Maybe he died.

The sound of him cumming makes your cunt squeeze him more, taking him all in, milking him for all he's worth.

You hug him close to you. He's covered in sweat and so are you. Not that either of you mind.

Mr. Jung removed himself from your neck, pulls out his dick, watching in near awe as his cum mixed with yours oozes out onto his bed.

The same bed he fucked your mother in last night, far less passionately. Far less personally as he just did to you.

He leans back against his headboard, pulling you closer to him.

He feels euphoric. He feels fucking religious. It's as if he can think clearly for the first time in decades. He kisses your forehead.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you say, still stuck in a slight haze. It's as if you're high on him.

“No,” Mr. Jung objects. “Thank you, baby,”

You look up at him in awe as he swears to never touch your mother again. In fact, “I'm going to divorce her.” he firmly states.

You're about to open your mouth to object

“All I really want is you.”

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